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ye please.
Mith. A-weel, Maggy, I'se hae all things ready to hae thee married or a month.
Mag. Thanks to ye, mither, mony a guid turn hae ye done me, and this will be the best.
Hame gaed Jockey to his mither crying.
Jock.Mither! mither I made it out, her mouth is sweeter than milk; my heart played a whilkie whaltie when I kissed her.
Mith. Fair fa' thee, my son, Johnny, thou's gotten the gait o't at last. And whan art thou gaun to be married?
Jock. Whan I like mither; but get the masons the morn to big me my house, for I'll hae a' things in right good order.
Mith. Thou's want for naething, my bairn, to get thee ready for marriage.
The wooing being o'er and the day being set, Jockey's mither killed the black boul horned yeal ewe, that lost her lamb the last year, three hens and a gule-fitted stock; to prevent the ripples
